Losing the frothy enthusiasms of adolescence was no longer a sign of maturity but a warning that life had irrevocably lost its savor: "At thirty an organ-grinder is more or less a moth-eaten man who grinds an organ," he lamented.

Given that the British State (now merely the monkey for the emerging organ-grinder of the pan-European State) has long since broken, and clearly has no intention of honouring, its side of the Lockean social contract with the citizen, the only solution I can forsee is for the majority ethnic group to engineer its violent overthrow.